[ Absinthe shudders, but doesn't seem deterred by the nails in his own skin - - or Emet-Selch's evident distress. in fact that only seems to encourage him to claw harder, blood welling up under his nails, lips pressed against the man's jaw even if he can't find lips. ]
[He can't get much more out as Absinthe continues to draw blood and to bring the world to a pinpoint focusing on that scar. That wound. And while physically it is an unpleasant, painful, jarring sensation what it brings to mind is much worse. Unwelcome. Unbidden. Buried.
He died.
He failed.
Again he failed. Again and again.
He chokes back a sob.
Maybe he should have taken his own advice he gave Paloma about dealing with his own death.]
[ - - that's a sound he wasn't expecting to hear, and he pulls back enough to take a look at him. he still hasn't stopped smiling even now, and lifts one hand up to gently cup the side of Emet-Selch's face.
it's in sharp contrast to the way he drags another set of lines down his skin, again. ]
[Tucking his legs under himself and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand careful of the smear of black on his fingertips. He did manage to draw a little blood after all.]
I want to be able to trust you, as foolish as that may seem.
I truly and sincerely wish that were the case, but considering the devilish look you did bestow you will forgive me for having second thoughts. As I said earlier, it would have been better had we both been under the effects and not just I.
[It is his turn to laugh lightly as he meets him halfway. He keeps the kiss tame for the most part as he continues to unbelt and push material down out of the way.]
[ it's quickly evident that his erection didn't fade even through their little chat - - and he spreads his legs to offer more room, breaking the kiss to nip at his jaw, lazy but still indulgent. ]
[With the bare minimum required to get clothing out of the way accomplished, he lets fingers of one hand comb through Absinthe's hair as he tilts his head to give more access.]
You'll have to pardon me for not making this a prolonged experience.
[He takes him in his hand, thumb running circles of the tip a few times before he begins stroke in earnest. A simple hand job.]
[ Absinthe is receptive to the touch despite their little spat, his hips lifting up to rock into his hand. he's not overly noisy but his voice is breathy against Emet-Selch's neck - - ]
[Petting his hair as he works him, twisting his wrist at the end of strokes at times or letting blunt nails scrape along veins. He snorts at the reply.]
[ -- he does groan, especially when the nails scrape against his cock, and it really doesn't seem like it'll take much more than this; he was already worked up enough from torturing Emet-Selch as he did that the urgency in the way his hips push up into the motions ramps up very readily ]
[Continuing then apace. Keeping the same motions. He sees no reason to prolong this.
He pulls his hand from Absinthe's hair to run his thumb along his own belly. The gashes aren't gushing freely, and there is more than enough blood to meet his goals. He reaches up and paints Absinthe's bottom lip with his own blood.]
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What an - - entirely new sound from you...
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[He can't get much more out as Absinthe continues to draw blood and to bring the world to a pinpoint focusing on that scar. That wound. And while physically it is an unpleasant, painful, jarring sensation what it brings to mind is much worse. Unwelcome. Unbidden. Buried.
He died.
He failed.
Again he failed. Again and again.
He chokes back a sob.
Maybe he should have taken his own advice he gave Paloma about dealing with his own death.]
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it's in sharp contrast to the way he drags another set of lines down his skin, again. ]
Would you like for me to stop?
[ his tone is sickly sweet. ]
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With all of his strength he shoves Absinthe off him and levels him with a glare.]
Do not mock me with your insincerity.
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Ah, did I cross a line?
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Yes. And do not pretend you can't tell. If you can't, I have horribly misjudged you.
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And what, precisely, were you hoping for? My mercy? My consideration?
You did allow for me to indulge myself, and indulge I did.
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I want to be able to trust you, as foolish as that may seem.
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Lie down.
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There seems to be no pleasing you, truly. What do you imagine my honesty would help in this situation? More leverage for yourself?
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Did you enjoy yourself? You seemed to, despite my cutting the performance short.
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Of course I did. I'm assuming you did not share in my pleasure.
Would you like to be indulged?
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Such a generous offer, but not tonight. Though I do believe I left one task unfinished I wish to amend.
[Reaching down and starting to unbuckle Absinthe's belt.]
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You're willing to do as much even though I offended you so grievously?
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Unless you do not wish for my assistance. I can leave you alone.
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[ he moves to sit up further, seeing if he can kiss Emet-Selch without being denied. ]
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You'll have to pardon me for not making this a prolonged experience.
[He takes him in his hand, thumb running circles of the tip a few times before he begins stroke in earnest. A simple hand job.]
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I suppose... You are excused.
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You and your manners.
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[ -- he does groan, especially when the nails scrape against his cock, and it really doesn't seem like it'll take much more than this; he was already worked up enough from torturing Emet-Selch as he did that the urgency in the way his hips push up into the motions ramps up very readily ]
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[Continuing then apace. Keeping the same motions. He sees no reason to prolong this.
He pulls his hand from Absinthe's hair to run his thumb along his own belly. The gashes aren't gushing freely, and there is more than enough blood to meet his goals. He reaches up and paints Absinthe's bottom lip with his own blood.]
Come.
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